All Seborga has ever wanted was to be an Italy.
One day, Italy and Romano were at the beach together, enjoying what the Nations called "Sibling Day." Russia, Belarus, and Ukraine were there, along with America and Canada, England and Sealand, and China and Japan.
"This is really fun, huh?" Italy asked Romano as he finished his giant sand pasta castle thing. Romano nodded his head and grunted, knowing that there was something.........missing. He just didn't know what.
"What's wrong, Roma?" Italy asked.
"It feels like something's..." Romano paused. "Not here."
"We have everything! Backpacks, swim trunks, sun block, pasta!" Italy said. Then he saw a boy sitting on a bench eating his pasta, and started screaming.
"WAAAH! He- he- HE STOLE THE-A PASTA!!!"
"You a-idiot!" Romano screamed back. This caused people to glance at them. The boy on the bench stood up and gave the pasta back to its owners.
"Wait a mi- Seborga! We forgot a-Seborga!" Romano exclaimed. Seborga sighed and rubbed his arm, turning around, sobbing. He wanted just ONE THING, and he didn't get it.
"What is your problem?" Italy asked.
"All I wanted is for you two to have fun with me like siblings do, but then you ignored me and yelled at me." Seborga said through tears which he failed at trying to hide. "It's not fair that I don't get to be...like you."
Romano and Italy remembered Seborga from then, granting his one wish.
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Hetalia Headcanons (Mostly OC's)
FanfictionHetalia head canons are SO unoriginal—but what if we twisted it up a bit so the OC's are also involved? You can post any Headcanon you want and I will put it up. Bonus points if you think of something for an OC. Also, you can post your OC's and I wi...
